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My “Calling” was right in front of me all the time…

I am a notorious “yes” person even when I want to say no.  But the older I get the easier it is to say no.  I have been known as a people pleaser for a long time but I have since realized it doesn’t save people to try and please them.  I am at a stage in my life that requires my being there for my 85 year old mother.  She is an amazing person and at times has had a hard life.  She gave birth to me, cooked for me and cleaned for me.  She sewed my prom dress with me and helped me when my son was born.  I can’t do enough for her in her remaining years.  My mother loves her home and family.  She has a simple sweet three bedroom home with a garden loaded with beautiful flowers.  Gardening is her passion.   I have 4 other siblings and I live the closest to my mother.  When my husband retired we chose to come back to Colorado and live near my folks. My father passed away from colon cancer a few years ago and I was privileged to take care of him.  It was hard and exhausting but I would not have done it any other way.  My father wanted to die at home.  He got his wish as each of us kids took turns taking care of him. Recently I have been going through a “mid-life” crisis of a sort, although it is a late mid-life crisis.  I have begun to wonder if I ever really found my “calling.”  I had been feeling restless and very angry. I have been angry about being a caretaker and angry about not having a fabulous business. At times I have felt like I wanted to run away from everything. I have always from the day I was born been a little mother and caretaker of my family.   I have heard people on television talk shows speak about finding their calling and I think where did I miss the boat?  Yes I have hobbies, I love to sew, cook and make collages.  None of the arts have proved to be a money maker for me or made me feel like I had found my calling.   Ok maybe in moments when someone at an art show loves my poetry and collage or say they are touched by my writing.  My son approached me one day and asked me why I was so angry all the time.  I was shocked.  I thought I was covering it up pretty good.  I thought about his question for several days and I had a litany of reasons why I was angry, some were reasonable and some were just my ego getting in the way (you know someone cutting you off in traffic or running over you in grocery store.)  I know about living one day at a time and I know the old quote “sufficient unto the day thereof.”  It is really hard to think of those simple quotes when you are taking care of the world.  Of course I am being facetious about that last comment then again not.   I am also good at closing off the world, meaning my friends when I need them the most.  There is something vulnerable about telling another person you are struggling.  Not too long ago I had, had enough and I called a family friend who is 85.  She sat down with me and listened to my tales of woe.  Then she offered me this advice.  Take care of you.  Know what you want and need for just that day.  Walk for 20 minutes a day. Do one thing different. Read something uplifting.  She said, “I know what your calling is and you are complicating it.  Your calling is to just live for today!”  She said that very emphatically.  She said tomorrow is not here. Yesterday is gone.  Learn from our yesterdays.  If today you take care of your mother you will not regret it tomorrow.  If today you paint, you are an artist.  If today you sew, you are a seamstress.  If today you spend time with family you will not regret it. She went on to say in her wisdom.  Life is short and if we don’t live in the moment doing what God sets down in front of us for that day we will be full of regrets.  She went on to say she grew up hating her mother due to abuse.  But she took care of her mother till she died.  She said she never regretted that time spent with her mom.  My mom on the other hand is grateful all the time. She is always growing spiritually and is very happy.  Since I have been living mindfully in the day at hand, I have been so much more fulfilled.  I am not feeling like I have missed out on life.  I am enjoying the day the moment before me.  I am not perfect my anger still comes and goes but I know what’s important now.  None of us know what tomorrow will bring but by gosh we know what today is bringing and it is up to us to meet it.  Will we be regretful?  Will we get out and take that walk, stop to see the red-winged black birds come back with their raucous songs.  Will we tell someone we love them even if we are struggling?  Will we eat that apple just for today instead of the cake?  Will we call that friend who won’t be around much longer and get that much needed advice?

Posted in spirituality

Some Food For Thought For Our Thanksgiving Days Ahead

I just left the church this morning after a sermon from our pastor. The sermon was about two things one of which was “faith without works is dead” to paraphrase.  It was about the importance of faith with action.  The second part of the sermon was about the shootings that are taking place all over the US.  Our pastor was visibly shaken by the most recent shootings and the other shootings that preceded the Texas church shooting.  He was not pro or con about guns but left all of us with some thoughts to ponder.  We have gotten so used to the shootings that they are named:  Sandy Hook, Aurora Theatre Shooting, Las Vegas Shootings, police slayings, not to mention the many, many, many other shootings involved in drive “bys” suicide and domestic violence.  It was pointed out today that the churches are emptying at a record rate.  At times it feels as if we are losing our way.  That we are getting numb to the violence.  I know that is not true, at least not for me, but when we are seeing more and more of this it is human nature to move on.  One of the things I thought about this morning was the need for more prayer, the need for more connection to the Holy! Christ was a truly a working faithful believer.  Our pastor this morning asked our congregation who grew up praying before bedtime or meals.   It struck me that I took these things for granted.  I pray a lot now.  I pray when I drive, I pray at night, I pray in the morning.  Much of my prayers are gratitude prayers.  We need an infusion of the Holy.  I believe the only way to have this is through prayers, meditation and faith with works.  Our churches are dying and I am a part of that.  I have not attended church regularly over the years.  My mom rarely misses a Sunday.  This latest shooting had me thinking I was glad to not be in church.  But we need the community of others to build our faith to share our hurts or our joys, to worship and praise our creator.  I need the community of the holy no matter the religion.  We need each other.  We need prayer in our homes, we need to pray with our children, we need to pray for our world.  There are great mountains to move to get back to a society where these awful happenings are stopped.  As our pastor said this morning it has to start with teaching our children to pray before bedtime and teaching them right from wrong, teaching them kindness.  It has to be grass roots it has to start at home.  Gun control or no control we have to look at the callousness of some to take the life of another.  I get that there are many mentally ill folks out there.  But we have to address the desensitizing of ourselves and our children when watching our electronics, our movies, our TV shows, (that show mind numbing graphic epic violence.)  We need to bring ourselves back to the Holy.  That means me too.  I need to reach out of my comfort zone and return to church.  It means praying before bedtime.  It means praying before a meal.  It means praying for our world, praying that our world will become a nicer safer place for all of us, our children and our grandchildren.  There’s great power in prayer.  It surely couldn’t hurt.

Posted in Decorating Ideas, Halloween Crafts

How To Make Spooky Halloween Silhouette Greeting Cards


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I was busy in my sewing room making up some cards for Halloween.  I love these because they are simple and would frame well in a simple 5″ x 7″ standard frame. Below the instructions you will find a purchase supplies list.

Here is a list of the items you will need for making these cards:

  1.  Card Stock with brown envelopes.
  2. Scraps of burlap
  3. Sewing machine with black thread
  4. Black Felt
  5. Spooky Patterns printed out to fit the burlap
  6. Vintage lace
  7.  Heat n Bond Lite for sewing

Instructions:  I cut the burlap into 4.50″ x 6.50″ scraps.  Cut a small strip of Heat n Bond Lite and attach to the backside of the burlap.  With a medium hot, iron press the burlap onto the card (you need just enough Heat n Bond to stabilize the burlap).  Stitch the burlap onto the card leaving about .25″ edge for unraveling.  ( I used a zig- zag stitch for my cards.) After I sew the burlap on I pull the edge strings to get that raveled look.  I found my silhouettes by googling “free Halloween silhouettes” I edit them and crop them to the size to fit my burlap.  (approximately 3″ x 4″).  Take the black felt and cut a square about 10″ x 10″ and with a medium iron press the Heat n Bond onto the back of the black felt.  Leaving the peeling paper on the felt pin on your printed designs. Peel the Heat n Bond backing off and with a medium hot iron press the felt silhouette onto the burlap on the card.

Caution:  Check a sample of the felt with your iron first as too hot of an iron will melt the felt.  I found medium heat to work great.

Supplies I purchased:

Heat n Bond Lite at Walmart

Burlap at Walmart sewing department for $3.97 a yard.

Kraft smooth A7 Cards and Envelopes Premium Heavyweight Cards.  Core’dinations,(Cards come in a set of 50 cards and envelopes) I bought these at Hobby Lobby in the Paper Crafting Department.  (Don’t forget your coupon!)




Posted in Inspiration and Home Decor, Uncategorized


Autumn and New Beginnings 

This morning on my walk I could feel the edges of autumn creeping in.  There is a cooler breeze crisping up the morning air.   It’s almost sweater weather. A few of the leaves are turning from their deep greens to a yellow squash color.  I love this feeling of autumn.  I love the longer shadows of August.  I love the end of the hot summer days.  For me this is the beginning of the season of gratitude.  This signals the harvest time, the time to take stock.  This is the time when I can step back and review the year.  In many ways it’s been a tough year.  In many ways it’s been a good year.  My harvest will be plentiful.  We sold a home that was difficult to sell due to the fact that it sat on a top of a steep hill. But, none the less, it was our home for almost 9 years.  We lived there long enough to see the aspens grow a few feet.  We lived there long enough to see the same mourning doves come back year after year.  Long enough to watch a family of bob cats grow up and hear the chorus of coyotes.  We were there long enough to weather many Colorado snows and “shovelings” of the steep driveway.  I was always wondering when I was out there shoveling with my husband and a car would drive by were they thinking, “were they nuts to buy that house?”  However, the morning sunrises from that house were unsurpassed.  Morning after morning of bright oranges, reds and deep purple colors all a glow from the east. It’s a painter’s glee.  Oh and the stars on a moonlit clear night stepping out on the deck and watching for shooting stars and pointing out the constellations.  We sold the house to another kindred spirit. (I believe that most homes seek out their owners.)  I believe most of us are instinctively drawn to a home.  Even if they haven’t discovered the joyous sunsets or starry nights yet they soon will.   If they really look they will wake up one morning to see four bucks resting in the morning under the juniper trees with sunlight glowing on their velvet antlers.  Looking doesn’t mean “seeing” though.  Seeing is the wonder of looking beyond it’s the joy of awareness of the little miracles life has to offer. This home we sold saw me through two surgeries and the death of my father.  I have baked dozens of Christmas cookies, batches of soup and chicken wings for the games.  We have moved into an apartment temporarily and we are waiting to move into our new home.  I believe that this home found us.  I am restless for privacy, restless to see the stars again from my front porch, restless to sit on my back patio with coffee and wait for the sun to rise.  I am longing once again to watch new aspens grow.  To see what hidden gifts this new home will bestow on us.  We close in September and move in at the best time of the year. I can smell the turkey roasting already.  I am looking forward to the chili cooking for the Bronco games and the sound of family laughing and enjoying our home.  Homes are meant to be shared.  They are meant to be shelters of love, growth peace and healing.

My dad was blessed to be able to die in his home in his own bed.  I remember sitting the edge of his bed and we both were watching the poetic movement of the dust motes on a ray of sunshine.  We were marveling at what you can’t see unless you look towards the light.  For me, that means “light” or being aware.  So, welcome autumn, here’s to a new home and new memories. I can smell the gingerbread already!

Written by, V. Hornsby


Posted in Photography

The Textures & Colors Of Winter


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When Ordinary Becomes Extraordinary

This morning I am thinking about the winter and the cold weather.  I constantly look for ways to keep myself “in spirit.”  For me being “in spirit” means being in gratitude, peace, joy, forgiveness and being out in nature.  When I feel I need a lift, being out in nature is vital to me.  I turn off the “tube” bundle up and take to the back yard.   The texture and colors of winter are enough to bring even the hardest of hearts back to their spirit.  What we can find in our own yards is amazing.  There’s a lot going on in the world as the TV so often points out.  But there is also a lot going on right in our own back yard.  Our Juniper trees on our property are several hundred years old.  They twist and turn over the years from wind, sun and the relentless search for water.  Their beautifully twisted trunks are painted with a soft sage green moss.   All the different wild flowers turn brown and the textures are amazing. 

Winter White

Winter white, think again of the brown grasses

lying down from the blanket of fresh fallen snow.

 Winter white, think again of the blue-green branches

of the spruce and pine showing signs

of new growth even in winter.

Winter white think again, of the green cactus

hiding under the tumbleweeds.

Winter white think again at the sunrise of this January morning.

Posted in My Life, Uncategorized

The Grand Scheme of Things

I recently sat with my mom in the doctors office (my mom is 83) she told the doctor she was very upset about being a burden to her children.  I knew she had been feeling bad about about all the trips up to her house to help her out when she fell and fractured 5 ribs and the the trips to the ER to help stabilize a rapid heart beat. She and my father (who passed away 2 years ago from colon cancer) were and are fiercely independent.  I know she wants desperately to stay in her beautiful cozy home as long as she can.   All five of us children would like to see that she gets that wish also.  My father wanted to die at home and because of hard work and boundless love from siblings, friends and incredible hospice care he got his wish.   What I wish for my mom to know is this.  Yes I am older and do get a bit tired or cranky but would I be anywhere else.  Heck no!  I chose to move back to be close to my parents as they age.  What I would like my mom to know is I love her boundlessly.  Not just for bearing 5 children but raising incredible children who are loving and caring.  How could I begin to thank her for the times she nursed us through chicken pox, measles, mumps, cuts and bruises, broken hearts, the list is endless.  For me in particular when I had my son and he was just three months old we had no second car, I had no car seat, no high chair, no stroller.  I was stranded every day in a small two bedroom apartment.  My mom would show up out of the blue load me and my son in the car and take us to buy a stroller.  She would take me to get a hamburger at McDonald’s and that was like steak to a 19 year old,broke, frightened mother.  After a painful divorce my mom and dad took me and my son in. Mom babysat while I worked, she baked cookies and listened while I poured out my broken heart to her.  She made me belly laugh, she made wonderful dinners and we would go for long walks together.  There is one moment in particular that reminds me of how much love she poured out to us children.  When I moved in to my folks house with my son, it was after a very bad, violent break up of my marriage.  I came home one night from work exhausted and scared.  I had lost everything I owned in the divorce.  I came home so sad and my mother had made my bed, pulled back the sheets and in that simple act I have never in my life felt so loved and nurtured.  I knew then everything would be OK.  Do I owe her yes!  Do I want to be here for her you bet!  My parents were far from perfect but I do know without a doubt that we were very much loved and that love shines through all the time everyday.     Yes, I and my brother and sisters will  be there for my mom it’s what true love is all about.   It’s about saying thanks for all she and dad have given us.

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Living Like An Artist

When I think about living like an artist I think I will have to let go of most of the incessant chatter of electronic devises that bombard my mind with repetitive, soul stealing, heart robbing negativity that pounds relentlessly away at the brain exhausting any creativity or hope for that matter.  No I  am not anti-electronics just less of them.

When I start to live like an artist I will hear the wind making its way down the canon through the gnarly twisted pinions.  I will hear the small rosy finches chattering at the feeder.  I will notice the black and yellow orioles that grace us only for a month on their way north for the summer.  I will wonder how they know its time to leave my feeder and continue on to the tall pines and mountain lakes in the northern woods of Canada.  To live like an artist is to wonder if you can hear the grass grow.  It is to wonder if I can find the right color red rose in my palette or the perfect purple of the sunset.  It’s to show the world through my creative lens what I see.  It is to  awaken the world to a different vision of how life is or could be.  It is to awaken the hearts of men or maybe just ourselves.

To live like an artist is to throw away what I know and to feel what I don’t know. Its to pick up a brush load it with thick sky blue  paint and lay it on the canvas with wanton abandonment.  To live like an artist is to let the heart guide the hand.  To live like an artist I will try to live each day in thoughtful meditation about Gods will for me.  I will try to curb my self-criticism and doubt.   If my art brings an awareness of the world or self-awareness to me then being an artist is worth the time.

I will continue as an artist to paint, to write, to photograph, with reckless abandon because it is in those soul-stirring creations that I can hear the crimson of the rose petals, the changing sky at sunset and the grass growing beneath my feet.

An artist hears these things. The artist soul has to be set free to create.  If we keep our minds and hearts in “societal check” we lose our vision and hearing of unseen.  They will fade away just like the edges of the earth shrouded in fog.  All us were born with the instinct to create.  We are the manifestation of God’s creation.  When we create things  the soul begins speaking to the canvas and art is born.  To knit a sweater, to decorate our homes, to photograph your daughter or son or the autumn leaves, to paint a canvas, these are the manifestations of the creative person we were born to be.

We are artists finding our “brush” our palette is our self, our world.

I will choose to be an artist not because it is easy, but because it frees my heart to hear.  It frees my heart to see.  It frees my heart to heal.

To be an artist is to hear the sunset, to paint it any color I choose because that’s how I see it… as an artist……We often hope that the world can see through our eyes for just a moment…..

This wonderful road goes between LaVeta, Colorado and Trinidad, Colorado. Gorgeous scenery and old adobe churches.
Old building on The Highway of Legends (12) that runs  between La Veta, Colorado and Trinidad, Colorado. Gorgeous scenery and several  old adobe churches.
Posted in Field Trips

Field Trip to Cotton’s Antique Mall In Pueblo, Colorado

Being a native of Colorado I am of course partial to my state.   Beautiful sky, great weather and scenery that can’t be beat.  As an interior design consultant,  this weeks field trip is to downtown Pueblo, Colorado to visit the local antique stores on Union Avenue and to have a nice lunch near the river walk.  One of my new favorite stores is Cotton’s Antique Mall.  I discovered this great store while shopping for a couple of pieces of furniture for a local restaurant that I have been helping update their decor.  This lovely antique mall is located at 214 S. Union Ave, in Pueblo, Colorado.  The staff are very warm, outgoing and helpful. The building is a gorgeous turn of the century building with restored hardwood floors and the space inside is very open and inviting.  I found a bunch of great items for sale and highly recommend Cotton’s Antique Mall.  This antique mall will be one of my favorite “bring guests to” places in down town Pueblo.  I am so glad that the “managers” of downtown Pueblo have seen the importance of saving these gorgeous brick and stone buildings.  Combined with the Pueblo River Walk as well as the fun stores along Union Avenue.

There is something for everyone!

There is something for everyone!

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Making Wisdom Cards A Great Day of Self-Discovery Art & The Divine

Today was an amazing day.  Bright blue Colorado skies and a warm 74 degrees outside.  I have been reading a book by Christine Valters Painter, an oblate benedictine monk.  I discovered her books online and ordered three of them right away. These books are about spirit and art.  They are holy and well written.  In the book:  “The Artist’s Rule” A twelve-Week Journey, are various exercises involving meditation, sacred readings and art exercises.  My sister, mother and I had an art workshop today based on an exercise from the book.  (page 32 from the book to be exact).  In the exercise you begin with three sheets of art paper, we chose 300# watercolor paper.  We spent a few moments in prayer before we started and then added some Gregorian chant music with meditation.  We then wrote one question on the back of our pre-cut watercolor paper and turned them over and began the exercise of painting with colors that we were drawn too.  We finished with collage being very careful not to look at our questions about life written on the backs of the artwork.  After a few hours of letting our collages dry we made coffee and then looked at our collages together, talking about what we learned, the questions we asked and how our collages were related in some way to our questions about life.  We were very moved by the discussion and what we learned about each other.  We also learned that in some way all of our endeavors are related.  Our art, our spirituality, our questions about life are somehow all interrelated.   The photos below show our collages and below each one is the question that was written on the back of the collage.  It is utterly amazing how spirit and art work together when we take time to experience it.  I recommend this book and this exercise.  This was so much fun and so relaxing!

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A Life Well Lived

ebaypicturessho 008I have been absent for a while from my blog and today seemed like a fitting day to get back to it.  Especially being Easter weekend. I lost my dad January 9th at 5:38 P.M. to colon cancer.  It has been a very long couple of years caring for him.  My family (I have 3 other sisters and a brother) were all there to help my mother who is 82 take care of him in his last days of life.  I cannot think of a better gift than to be with someone and care for them in their last days.  My dad was an artist, a spiritualist and a naturalist.  He believed that God existed in all things and he loved to spend hours talking and writing about the connection between God and nature, God and art and he was constantly growing spiritually.  He was an avid Richard Rohr reader.  He was not a perfect person  but he was always striving to better himself.  My dad set the path for his children on how to die with dignity.  I lost part of myself  the last two years of caretaking but I also found myself.  I found that when you love someone so much, you can do most anything for them.  I often see elderly people alone and wonder who will take care of them in their last days.  I am so thankful for the honor.  My siblings also feel the same way.  Dad will live on in his artwork, in our visits and in our excursions outdoors. I will be back now with my blog sharing stories about great homes and shops.  I have also gained a new appreciation about the importance of our homes and what it’s like to be able to die at home with your personal things around you and your family to care for you.  I would be remiss in not saying how absolutely wonderful our hospice care nurses were.  (Sangre De Cristo Hospice)  We could not have done this without their constant care and helping.   I would like to say that during my dad’s last hours he was talking to people we could not see and pointing upwards to the sky as if he was trying to share with us his journey.  At one point he even whispered, “this dying process is fascinating.” (ever the scientist)  In dad’s room was a beautiful crucifix nailed to an old  piece of driftwood, his favorite watercolors and his favorite books.  He would listen to music and just contemplate.  My brother-in-law would read poetry to him from his favorite books. I put a bird feeder outside the window and the first day no birds came (I cried so hard because it was the only thing I could give my dad for Christmas that I thought he would enjoy.) But miraculously on Christmas day the feeder was filled with beautiful songbirds. As we took care of his needs we could hear the birds and watch them.  It was a gift from God.  When my dad drew his last breath it became so real to all of us that our bodies are just shells, that the soul spirit soars.  My dad’s spirit lives in his beautiful watercolors he left us, our love of nature and our love of all things spiritual!  I know that my dad is all around and I am thankful to God for sending his Son so that we can be free.  None of us are perfect neither was my dad.  But thankfully Easter is a time to reflect on our lives and experience the rebirth and to be aware of the high price Christ paid.  Happy Easter it’s great to be back!

Posted in Uncategorized, Valentines Day

A Tisket A Tasket a Valentines Day Basket!


I love re-purposing stuff to the point it becomes an obsession.  A few weeks ago I was making some chili and I couldn’t bring myself to throw away the #2 tins when I was done emptying them out.  I washed the tins out and then let them sit until I could think of some way to re-purpose them.  Here’s the project just in time for Valentine’s Day and can be adapted for Easter.  It’s a great craft project for a group or for children.  (for children some of the process should be done ahead.)  Here’s the project step by step.  Let me know if you try it.  I would love to see pictures of your done baskets.

 Step One:  Start with a clean can #2 or larger.  Make sure the edges are free from sharp points.  Spray inside and out with a soft white or light pink flat spray paint. ( I find that paper adheres to flat paint just a little bit better).  Let tin dry thoroughly  then figure out where you want to attache the handle.  Use an awl to puncture the hole for the rivet.  I put the edge of the tin on  block of wood and punched inward towards the inside of the tin.  Then I gently sand off the edges inside the tin so they don’t have sharp edges.

Step Two:  I used card stock paper to decorate the outside of the tin using 3M adhesive spray.  I also used vintage lace and paper cutouts to decorate the outside of the tin.  When you are done with the outside you can also spray with a mat paper preserver spray or a mat gel medium.

Step Three:  For the handle I used two strips of card stock glued together to make it a little stronger I then decorated it with antique buttons and lace and distressed it a bit with a brown ink.  Punch a hole in the ends of each one using the awl again.  I used scrap booking pink rivets for card making to attach my handles.  I loved the from the outside and the handles move.

Step Four:  Fill with your favorite treats or used for Valentine’s day cards.




I Am Who I “Think” I Am


I have been thinking a lot lately about how our minds affect our attitudes.  The other day I let a guy in my lane of traffic who had been waiting for a while with his signal on to change lanes. It was just a simple decision.   No doubt many of us were out Christmas shopping.  I let him in and he waved a grateful thanks to me.  I started wondering what the day would be like if he passed that courtesy on to someone else and if all of us went a little bit out of our way to be kind to someone else.  We are living in some very trying times and a little bit of kindness and courtesy can go along way to make someones day.  You never know who and how your act of kindness might affect someone.  I can be very hard on myself too especially if my inner critic is turned on.  We are blessed with incredibly sensitive minds and they can be used in a bad way or a good way.  I am going to start training mine to be a little more kind and open to other people including myself.  With the tragedy in Connecticut and others around the world it would be nice if we think about how we are living our day to day lives with each other.  Life is short and you never know what’s going to change.  Not to mention it is ‘one day at a time’.  So I say let’s keep the spirit of Christmas alive all year and when we are out there shopping frantically let’s just remember it’s just a thing, an item, etc.  Let’s remember to keep the reason for the season in our heads.  “As I think so I am.”

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“Hope” The Mother of Reinvention!

I recently completed a large full size collage of a tall retro blonde girl (see previous post).  Two of my sisters emailed me to tell me it was a self-portrait.  I have been thinking about this for a several days.  I decided that yes it was a sub-conscience self-portrait.  I think one of the things I love about collage is that it reflects my life.  I am bits of pieces of many things put together to make me.  I love collage because collage has room for mistakes and imperfections.  Aha, could this be me also?   For many years after a very traumatic first marriage I had what I called my: “dark side”.  It was a side of me that would be very sad or feel very bleak.  After suffering anxiety for many years I decided I would find a good therapist and start delving into the bleakness that I was feeling.  What I learned and have been learning is that trauma not dealt with comes back over and over especially when you don’t expect it.  For years I wanted to be involved in domestic violence shelters but would put the phone down and wait another year.  Thanks to my being brave enough to go into therapy for post traumatic stress I can now go into a shelter and speak to groups of twenty and thirty women who are all ages and going through the very steps that I went through.  My trip to the past has at times been very painful and sad.  The good news, it didn’t kill me to feel the emotion that was buried.   What it did do was uncover a brave, loving, creative woman who is facing life fully now instead of half way living.   Things aren’t perfect for me and they never will be.  Things aren’t  perfect for any of us but the difference is that  I am willing to keep trying over and over to make a better life.   I made this altar box of me a few years ago when I was beginning to look back at my life.  When I found this picture of me as this happy little girl I felt like embracing her and loving life.  My collage is an extension of my bits and pieces of life that continue to make me a whole person.  Through my therapy and my willingness to go the darker secrets of my past I have allowed a huge ray of light to come in.   That light is the most valuable gift I have given myself.  The best part, is that no matter what choices I am making, I am present in my own mind!   Here’s a quote from one of my favorite poems by Emily Dickenson:

“Hope is the thing with feathers

that perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all.”

Have a wonderful hopeful day everyone!


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Now It’s Done!

On my way to garage and estate sales then back to the studio to paint furniture!

Mixed media collage with layers of 1960’s journals, acrylic paints, hand-crocheted lace and vintage linens.  Piece measures 48″ x 24″. 

Daisies gone mad!
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A Work In Progress

Today is one of those days when I am blissfully happy practicing my art.  I recently spoke to an older artist that I frame for and she was not working at her art.  She was depressed.  She is an amazing award-winning watercolorist who is going blind from macular degeneration.  She is being robbed day by day of her ability to see color and line.  I told her she needed to paint no matter what, because artists will die on the inside if they are not practicing their art.  It is our spirit, our God-given gift to create and make things.  So on days like this when I wake up feeling sorry for myself for whatever reason, I think of my friend and her need to paint.  As the old quote goes:  “It’s not about the outcome, it’s about the process.”  The dirtier my studio, the more paint on my fingernails, the breeze coming through the windows, the rusty metal I’m saving for God knows what are a sign that I am happy and doing what I love.  No matter who tries to stifle us!  So here’s to artists everywhere, a big giant bouquet of daisies.

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Welcome October

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I’m not sure what I love the most about Autumn.  Maybe it’s the cool mornings, turning leaves, the bright orange pumpkins in the fields waiting to be carved into Jack O Lanterns or pumpkin pies.  I love Halloween, love Thanksgiving and I love the days before Christmas and New Years.  This time for me is the best time of the year.  I think I love the fall season the most because it signals the nesting in me and in my friends.  The bright orange and red wreathes go up on the front doors, the soups start cooking and it means sharing with family and friends.  When I am working with clients on a decorating site, the most important thing to me is an abode that welcomes family and friends.  I love decorating with vintage items but to me nothing inspires fall than bringing in the outdoors.  I love to pile up the dried leaves, pinecones, corn shocks, pumpkins, indian corn, yellow field corn and of course lots of gourds on my fireplace mantel and any place that I can find to decorate.  Often I think maybe I lived another life on a farm somewhere in the mid west just because of how much I love the harvest.  My advice to fall decorators, “Make a thermos of coffee, fix some sandwiches and enjoy the cooler weather, visit your local farm stands and go overboard with the wonderful items mother nature provides for our natural decor.”